we're not going to work this out tonight.

    my stomach is empty. my room is a mess and i am getting antsy. I knew that we should of just gotten those 2nd Level Jonas Brother tickets from the presale yesterday, not even 15 minutes from being on sale to the public today, they are sold-out on the internet. Lexis says she will find better ones. I sure hope so. I need those tickets like i need water. (No really, i am thirsty) attempting to drive to vancity for the concert, but it's a ten hour drive good fucking gracious. 

if you asked me if i love him, i'd lie.

Wondering if you were ever really worth it. i don't think you are.

i think i dream too much

the distance between us makes me want you more.

You ask her what she wants?

     she wants to wake up in the morning, smiling because she knows that she is going to see you in a couple hours. She wants those small kisses, long kisses, real kisses. She wants someone to lean on when her days don't go well. She wants a guy that makes all the corny love songs suddenly make sense. She wants someone that will make her laugh so hard she'll snort--or even worse, make milk spill out of her nose. She wants you.